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What happens when Petals bumps into Torns? "What is wrong with you?!" he said in a voice that was loud enough to make everyone nearby, turn to look. "You've completely ruined my suit!" Kalina looked Dominique straight in the eye and said, "You know, you're not exactly winning any point in the manners department, Mr." Would the torn compliment the petal by completing its form as a beautiful rose, or would it rip the petal apart completely. Two souls from different worlds, faced with the same pain. They seek a comfort that seems like a foreign concept to them. When both worlds collide in a fury of harsh words rude remarks and arranged marriage, would they be the peace and happiness to the other like they both crave? WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? Don't look at me, even I don't know... but you can read to find out.

Emeravwe has a secret. She has no memories of her past and no idea where she came from. This is already enough to cause her deep inner turmoil. But in a palace where rank and social status are everything, she finds herself in the worst possible situation: at the bottom of the food chain, scrubbing floors. Yet, how can she be satisfied with this meager existence when surrounded by grandeur? So, she sets her sight on the very highest position in the kingdom -- the king. Enlisting the help of her childhood friend, Eunuch Aslan, she enters the Bureau of Court Affairs and meets Mudiaga, a handsome officer of the Palace Guard, along the way. Can Emeravwe achieve her dream of becoming the king's consort? Or will the secrets behind the dark veil of her past be a mountain more insurmountable than any social ladder? And what secrets do Aslan and Mudiaga hold?

Leave “He loves me, he loves me not,” mahinang usal ko before I continue chanting and plucked another petals. “He loves me... he loves me...” I stop. I sighed at hindi na itinuloy ang pagpitas sa huling petal ng daisy. The last petal defines his feelings towards me. The victory wasn’t on my part, it’s always on him. A tear escaped on my eyes. As much as I would love the thought of him loving me back, but no! He’s deeply in love with someone else. “What’s with my cousin? Why her, Race? Can’t you see my worth? Can’t you see how much I love you? Can’t you see that I’m head over heels to you, even you dumped me so many times? Can’t you love me, even just a little?Can’t you see... my sacrifices?” I desperately asked, followed by small sobs. God knows how I badly wanted to hug him tight. I like him, so much. Funny how I was fantasizing myself to be one of the Disney princesses and with one kiss and everything will be a happy ever after with him. But no, he is no prince nor I am a princess. I love him, while he loves my cousin so much. “Why her?” pumiyok ang boses ko sa tanong ko habang patuloy na namamalisbis ang luha sa pisngi ko. “Is it because she likes you, and you like her too?” patuloy ko, hindi matanggap na totoo ang nakita ko. I was trying so hard to accept this to myself, but here I am, still crying my shit. “I’m sorry, Wren...” tanging sambit ni Race bago tumalikod at dahan-dahang naglakad palayo. I can’t believe this is happening to me! Why do I always feel that I am not worth to keep? People around me always left me in pain. Why do he always see her, not me? I’m always drowning from saving people around me. But who will save me then? “Are you going to leave me just like that?” Horace coldly said and chuckle. I glued my eyes on him with my furrowing forehead, not thinking anymore if he is serious about what he’s saying. Napabuntong hininga nalang ako. “It would be unfair of me if I’ll leave you without my reasons. But on the other hand, you don’t deserve it anyway. You don’t deserve any explanation, you, yourself know what you’d done that pushed me to walk away.” I heaved a sigh again and remain emotionless. “Til we meet next time, Race,” I murmured as I turn my back and walk away. I will find myself for I am lost. I will save myself for I am tossed. Because if I continues this dream I have, surely I’ll drown. Baby, you’ll always be the reason for my giggles and laughs. The dried tears on my cheeks, my smile and sleepless nights. But you will also the reason for the ache of my heart, and why my chest hammers so hard. ---- This story is also available on Wattpad @GorgeousYooo

Emeravwe has a secret. She has no memories of her past and no idea where she came from. This is already enough to cause her deep inner turmoil. But in a palace where rank and social status are everything, she finds herself in the worst possible situation: at the bottom of the food chain, scrubbing floors. Yet, how can she be satisfied with this meager existence when surrounded by grandeur? So, she sets her sight on the very highest position in the kingdom -- the king. Enlisting the help of her childhood friend, Eunuch Aslan, she enters the Bureau of Court Affairs and meets Mudiaga, a handsome officer of the Palace Guard, along the way. Can Emeravwe achieve her dream of becoming the king's consort? Or will the secrets behind the dark veil of her past be a mountain more insurmountable than any social ladder? And what secrets do Aslan and Mudiaga hold? The story has been moved to a new link: https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-moon-of-xxene-lunar-petal_23911582605274805

Ever had a bad dream come true? Then this one's for you.... Fall in love with someone in your dream and get to meet them in person!!!! Omar meets Primrose in his dream and sees her die. Meeting her, he gets excited to get to know her more and maybe in that way, he'd get to understand his dream best.... But will it be averted?? Find out more..... Read Primrose: the last petal now!!!

Olympus was always ruled by the three brothers who happened to be gods. Zues, Poseidon, and Hades. These three were always obeyed but hated. Whatever and whomever they wanted, they would grab except for Hades who just wanted to be left alone. Demeter, mother of the godess of spring known as Kore Persephone had hidden Persephone down in the mortal realm from the three brothers. As Persephone grows older, she becomes more and more curious of Olympus and where she belongs. One day, things take a turn for the worst putting her in a bad position. Would she fight her mom or forever be controlled?

In an alternate 1888 Japan where the Continental War has ended, fifteen-year-old Buki Kirā emerges from three years of isolation—a child soldier who has forgotten what it means to be human. Systematically broken since age five, Buki exists as a weapon in human form. He calculates distances with tactical precision but cannot measure grief. He delivers death notifications with clinical efficiency, handing families their shattered worlds as if distributing routine correspondence. Social worker Clara Hoku releases him carrying a devastating secret: General Hazami Kokoro—the only person who tried to teach him humanity—died three years ago saving his life. Her final order echoes in his fractured memory: "I order you to live. Not survive—live." Working as a postal carrier for the Imperial War Correspondence Office, Buki delivers delayed letters from fallen soldiers—final words, death notifications, personal effects of the dead. Every delivery forces him to witness raw grief while feeling nothing himself. When a child asks if the letter means Papa is coming home, when a mother collapses reading her son's last words, when a widow thanks him through tears for bringing her husband's final thoughts home—he observes, records, but cannot comprehend. Fellow postal worker Yuki Amane recognizes what others miss: he's not cruel, he's broken. She teaches him that letters aren't just paper—they're the last fragments of people's souls. That delivering them with compassion matters, even if you don't understand why. Then General Hazami's own letter arrives—one year late, written the night before her death—and everything Buki has buried begins surfacing. Memories of two lives, two deaths: the systematic abuse that taught him emotions meant pain, his years as a child soldier creating the casualties whose letters he now carries, and impossibly, memories of dying before in 2027 Tokyo—murdered by his mother after witnessing his family's slaughter. A sixteen-episode psychological journey through trauma, grief, and the agonizing process of remembering how to feel when feeling itself became your enemy. RATED MA18+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 大陸戦争が終結した、もう一つの1888年。3年間の隔離生活を終え、15歳の**武器・キラ（Buki Kirā）**が姿を現す。彼は3年間の空白を経て社会に戻った、人間であることを忘れた「元・少年兵」だった。 5歳の頃から組織的に心を壊され、武器として育てられたキラ。戦術的な距離は正確に測れても、悲しみの深さは測れない。戦死通知を届ける際も、まるで事務的な書類を配るかのように、淡々と遺族へ「崩壊した日常」を突きつける。 ソーシャルワーカーのクララ・ホクは、ある残酷な事実を隠したまま彼を釈放する。それは、彼に人間性を教えようとした唯一の人物、ハザミ・ココロ将軍は、3年前に彼の命を救って戦死したということだ。彼の断片的な記憶の中には、彼女の最後の命令が響いている。 「命令する、生きなさい。ただ生存するのではなく、人間として生きるのよ」 帝国戦争通信局の郵便配達員として働き始めたキラは、戦死した兵士たちからの「遅れて届いた手紙」を配達する。最期の言葉、死亡通知、遺品。一通届けるごとに、彼は生々しい悲しみに直面するが、彼自身は何も感じることができない。父親の帰宅を信じる子供、息子の最期の言葉に崩れ落ちる母親、夫の想いを届けてくれたことに涙を流して感謝する未亡人。彼はそれらを観察し、記録するが、理解はできない。 同僚の**天音ユキ（Yuki Amane）**は、周囲が気づかない彼の本質を見抜く。彼は冷酷なのではなく、壊れているのだと。彼女は彼に教える。手紙はただの紙ではない。それは人々の魂の欠片なのだと。たとえ理由が分からなくとも、慈しみを持って届けることに意味があるのだと。 そんなある日、一通の手紙が届く。それはハザミ将軍が死の直前に綴った、1年遅れの手紙だった。それをきっかけに、キラが葬り去ってきたすべてが表面化し始める。2つの人生、2つの死の記憶。感情は苦痛であると叩き込まれた組織的虐待の記憶。今自分が手紙を届けている「犠牲者」たちを生み出していた少年兵としての歳月。そして、あり得ざる記憶――2027年の東京で、家族の虐殺を目撃した末に母親に殺害された、前世の記憶。 全16話で描かれる、トラウマと悲嘆の心理的旅路。「感じる」ことそのものが敵となったとき、人はどうやって心を取り戻すのか。その苦悶に満ちた再生の物語。 【対象年齢：R18+ 指定】

A story of the alienated Tanaka Luca, saved by the kind and humble boy Tachibana Kisaki. The got close as the time passed, later did Luca knew, he fell hard for Kisaki. As soon as he was about to tell his love, Luca was somewhat unfortunate, he got hurt and ran home. Who would've thought that as soon as he got home, tiny streaks of petals came out from his mouth. Can Luca be saved by Kisaki again? Let's find out.

Fanfiction of Ashdres. This is Part II

A paranoid addict spends a year investigating who hacked his life. The drugs say one thing. The packet captures say another. Both might be lying. Set in a world where surveillance is the air you breathe and the party drug Petal corrupts everything it touches.